Still I rise
Still I rise
Still I rise
Still
I still hear a lot of too high to riot
They study me like recitals
I'm flattered I am an Idol
That mean I am inspiring growth I am beside of myself
Spirit has split from the host
ni**a this isn't a bost
I have been giving the most
Go thru my body of work
That's a lot of hours fears pride insomnia working
That's true
They might see the dirt true
They gone see the work too
Don't forget to look up at the stars my boy
You ni**as washed I could help you wit them bars my boy
Just hit up oak shades send the check, heard?
I'm the best out I wanna be the best heard
Put my life into song trying to get heard
Just to Die 100 times like its west world, damn
I got my city on my shoulders
I gotta work work work
Don't want no pity I'ma soldier
I gotta work work work
I got my city on my shoulders
I gotta work work work
Don't want no pity I'ma soldier
I gotta work work
Still I rise
Still I rise
Still I rise
Still
And kicking down doors when they hold keys
And put em in places we won't reach
Weak ni**as falling for the okie
Cause there ain't no place that we won't reach
Hate your own skin n put on bleach
Hard not to feel pity for those people
Heavy the world with its bold evils
I wish you could unsee
I look at the magazine covers, but they don't have this color
Would you still call me a thug?
If I ain't have this color
That sh*t rhetorical boy please
Lessons we learned since like Rhodesia
Cause black in this world never known peace
Closest we came was a cold breeze on the plantation
For the OGs we demand payment
fu*k the police get no damn statement
Its lawyer money in my bank statement, yea
Hanging with killers, parolees
I told em I got em I got em
I heard the top can get lonely
Well so is the bottom
No problem, ni**a yea
I got my city on my shoulders
I gotta work work work
Don't want no pity I'ma soldier
I gotta work work work
I got my city on my shoulders
I gotta work work work
Don't want no pity I'ma soldier
I gotta work work
Still I rise
Still I rise
Still I rise
Still